Wildcard Entry?

The smoldering ruins of Shibuya bore the scars of relentless carnage—cracked asphalt, shattered storefronts, and the faint stench of burnt flesh lingering in the air.

Toji Fushiguro stood at the center of the chaos, Playful Cloud slung over his shoulder, his sharp green eyes locked onto his two targets: Jogo, the disaster curse whose molten heat warped the pavement beneath him, and Mahito, a charred, barely-regenerating heap clinging to life after being scorched by Jogo's redirected flames earlier.

Yuji Itadori hovered nearby, fists clenched, sweat mixing with blood on his face.

Toji cracked his neck, a feral grin tugging at his lips. "Oi, volcano head," he called out to Jogo, his tone dripping with mockery. "You gonna keep playin' with fire, or are we doin' this for real? 'Cause I'm gettin' bored."

Jogo's single eye narrowed, flames erupting from his shoulders as the ground beneath him began to melt. "Insolent human!" he roared, his voice a guttural snarl.

"I'll reduce you to ash where you stand!"

He thrust a hand forward, unleashing a barrage of molten fireballs that streaked through the air like miniature suns, each one hissing with deadly intent.

Toji didn't flinch. His Heavenly Restriction-enhanced body moved faster than thought, a blur of motion as he weaved between the projectiles with effortless precision.

"That all you got?" he taunted, closing the gap in a heartbeat. Playful Cloud came down like a guillotine, slamming into Jogo's side with a bone-rattling crack.

The fire curse skidded back, molten rock spewing from the impact, his flames flickering with indignation.

"Tch," Jogo spat, steadying himself as he glared at Toji. "You dare mock me? I am a disaster curse! I'll burn this city to the ground, starting with you!"

"Big words for a guy who looks like a half-cooked barbecue," Toji shot back, spinning Playful Cloud in his grip. "C'mon, make it quick—I got other pests to squash."

From the rubble nearby, Mahito's rasping laugh echoed, his voice dripping with venom despite his pitiful state.

"Heh… you're so confident, huh?" he croaked, his malformed limbs twitching as he slowly regenerated, patches of flesh knitting together unevenly.

"Maybe I'll reshape that smug face of yours… turn you into something real pretty…"

Toji's grin didn't waver as he turned his head slightly, pinning Mahito with a look that could freeze blood.

"Keep talkin', patchwork. I'll rip that tongue out before you get the chance."

Mahito's laughter turned into a snarl as he lunged from the debris, his body warping into a grotesque form—tentacles of flesh sprouting from his back, each tipped with cursed energy ready to use Idle Transfiguration.

"Let's see you try!" he hissed, aiming for Toji's blind spot.

But Toji's instincts were sharper than any blade. He spun mid-step, dodging Mahito's attack with a hair's breadth to spare, and grabbed one of the curse's tentacles in a vice-like grip.

"Nice try," he growled, yanking Mahito forward and slamming a fist into his half-regenerated face. The impact sent Mahito crashing into a nearby car, the metal crumpling around him like tinfoil.

Yuji, watching from the sidelines, couldn't hold back any longer. "Toji-san!" he shouted, sprinting forward with his fists glowing with cursed energy. "I got your back! Let's take 'em down together!"

Toji shot him a sidelong glance, his expression a mix of irritation and amusement. "Stay outta this, brat! You'll just get in my way!"

But despite his words, he didn't stop Yuji as the boy charged at Jogo, landing a Divergent Fist square on the curse's chest.

The impact staggered Jogo, but his flames flared brighter in response, heat washing over the battlefield like a tidal wave.

"You insignificant insect!" Jogo roared at Yuji, raising a hand to summon a fissure of molten rock beneath his feet. "Burn!"

Yuji dove to the side just in time, the lava erupting where he'd stood moments before. He rolled to his feet, panting, and wiped sweat from his brow. "Man, your words are a pain!" he shouted, grinning despite the danger. "But I've dealt with worse than you!"

Toji snorted, vaulting over a blast of fire from Jogo to land a punishing blow on the curse's shoulder, pinning him momentarily with Playful Cloud.

"Worse than him? Doubt it, kid. This guy's got a temper hotter than his flames." He wrenched the weapon free as Jogo staggered back, molten cracks spreading across his body.

Mahito, crawling from the wreckage of the car, hissed in frustration as his regeneration lagged.

"Damn you… both of you…" he muttered, his voice trembling with rage and fear. "You think you've won? I'll tear your souls apart—"

"Shut it," Toji snapped, cutting him off with a glare.

He moved like a phantom, instantly closing the distance and grabbing Mahito by the neck. "You're done."

With a brutal twist, he hurled Mahito straight into Jogo's next attack—a torrent of molten rock that engulfed the transfiguration curse, eliciting a blood-curdling scream as the heat seared what little flesh he'd managed to regrow.

Yuji winced at the sight, his fists still raised. "

Toji-san, that was brutal! You sure he's down for good?"

Toji shrugged, spinning Playful Cloud lazily. "If he ain't, I'll just kill him again. Now focus on—"

His words were cut off as Jogo roared, his patience finally snapping.

"Enough!" he bellowed, flames erupting from his core in a massive explosion that turned the surrounding ruins into a sea of fire. "I'll incinerate you all!"

Toji and Yuji leapt back, the heat singeing their clothes as the inferno raged. Yuji coughed, shielding his face with an arm.

"This guy doesn't quit, does he? What's the plan, Toji-san?"

Toji's grin faded slightly, his sharp mind racing. "Plan's simple, kid—don't die. But…" He glanced toward a certain direction, catching the faint glow of cursed energy.

"For now, move as we discussed... your buddy will need you anytime now."

Yuji's eyes shut wide open as he remembered the main task Toji assigned him.

Hidden in the darkness of a collapsed alleyway, Megumi's hands trembled as he formed the seals for the Ten Shadows Technique. His face was pale, blood dripping from a cut on his forehead, but his dark eyes burned with resolve.

"You sure about this?!" Yuji's voice echoed in Megumi's mind, a memory of the warning he'd given just moments ago. But Megumi shook his head, muttering to himself, "No… but we don't have a choice. If we don't stop them now, Shibuya's done for."

With a final gesture, he started the summoning ritual as he spoke,

"With this treasure, I summon..."